She was a dark force. Though she tolerated the day, there was an icy intrigue about her. Her eyelashes flickered over cold eyes; green orbs that lamented.

She was often seen by the riverside. Quiet, reclusive, alone. She was silent. No, not a mute, though she refrained from speaking. She traced the snow-laden rocks with her tear-soaked knife, thinking of nothing and everything all at once. She was absolutely dangerous, and Ivan loved her.

She didn't force love, such as Natalya. She couldn't love. She didn't know how to. She only knew her river, fast asleep within the forest. She knew that love was nothing but a meddling obstruction in the roadway of life; annoying and unnecessary. She only knew the songbirds that would sing to her when she would sob, her face frostbitten from the wintry air.

She only knew of her golden sunflower field. And the mysterious man that visited everyday. Watching silently as the wolf of a girl crept closer. She studied his features. His amethyst eyes and big-boned build; the scarf that stirred in the wind.

His hand reached out for her. Tucking her knife within her belt, she took it.